Luyện nghe bài hát Panhandlin' Prince

Sittin' on a rusty park baby
Not much to do
cigarettes and drink my Mickey's
Fine malt liquor
As I start and I start thinkin'
That death is on my
If my heart stopped beatin', the street reekin'
That's suicide... right !
I up in the inner icty
A part of this town
another innoncent backwoods victim
Society like to put
You can call me a boozer, or call me a
It really matter to me
I got a bench for snoozin', some to keep boozin'
That's all I
I keep it comin', don't know why
I'm gonna do it the day I die !
Consider me the duke as I dine in dumpster
Unsanitary
Baron of the bench the panhandlin'
Well, I'm pullin' twenty G's a
I know it ain't but at least I'm in touch, yeah
reality
I wouldn't no places to be in rat races
No !
I keep it comin', sometimes know why
I'm gonna do it the day I die !
Yo, Mr. Trump, can I ask you a
You got some spare for me sucker ?
I'm down and out and there ain't no doubt
That I am her to
you see me lyin' with my brothers
In the gutter with my paper bag in
the streets are cold but at least
There's soul and that's all I
take away my peace of mind
You'll leave me to rot and die
But look again, my frind
The world you live is a lie
a give and take, the more the fake
The the apin, the more you lose
So live your life, don't no sides
N' seize the day and your booze !